January the 22nd, 2014, was much like any other winter's day in Norman, and Ralph Melish, a file clerk at an insurance company, was on his way to work as usual when...Nothing happened.

Scarcely able to believe his eyes, Ralph Melish looked down. But one glance confirmed his suspicions. Behind a bush, on the side of the road, there was *no* severed arm. No dismembered trunk of a man in his late fifties. No head in a bag. Nothing. Not a sausage.

For Ralph Melish, this was *not* to be the start of any trail of events which would not, in no time at all, involve him in neither a tangled knot of suspicion, nor any web of lies, which would, had he been not uninvolved, surely have led him to no other place, than the central criminal court of the Old Bailey.

Comics are uncanny. Think about the funny walk that Michael Palin's character was trying to get a grant for in the Funny Walk sketch. It had to be funny but not as funny as the original. So, they had to calibrate funny. I get dizzy thinking about it. And here's Izzard doing a series of the same gag except each look slightly different. And the first time I saw the routine, each was funnier than the one before.

there's nothing happening here.and what it ain't, ain't exactly clearthere's no man with a gun over there. they telling me that I got to bewareI think it's time we stop, children, there's no sound. everybody look, nothing's going down.